tell me loves.....
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what tickles you most from jenna's italian jaunt?
marissa's coral magic lippies?
those mouth-watering bowls of pasta?
shiny and squared, perfectly lacquered nails every sixth frame?
tension easing gelato breaks?
or afternoon espresso in the piazza?
buon giorno italia!!!
*thank you mrs burns for the 'nudge'.
go ahead. call animal services....
but last week's vet check-up was not pretty.
truman is "fat".
priscilla is not svelte.
a soundtrack of shame booms throughout the house.
we are headed back to the ranch.
priscilla insisted i take a before picture.
wish us luck.
a new york minute
scenes from a weekend
hunkiest channeling helmut newton.
one enchanted evening indeed. cue the lights a'twinkle.
a bride brighter than the shiniest of chandeliers.
sugar.
a soirée befit for zelda and f. scott.
l'amour.
shopping.
the felines.
rapture.
debauchery and dancing at the boom boom room....as well as a jason wu sighting.
can you say swoon?
redemption at the bowery.
weekend happy
weekend happy to you m'loves.
i'm on the first flight to the city that never sleeps.
see you monday morning for a recap.
kiss kiss.
housewife happy
first off, i seriously hope this is the closest i ever get to fur.
but many thanks to the folks at locale magazine for asking me to take part in their 'actual oc wives' story.
much to bravotv's chagrin we aren't all velour, track suit donned, trout lipped, twilight obsessed, back-stabbing wrecked trains.
some of us work 'round the clock, would rather go naked than wear bebe, and can sit for hours {in fantasy world there'd be that kind of time} discussing everything from yesterday's bahrain protests to our local homeless veterans, and how we can help them {sometimes just a hug or a cup of coffee}.
this past weekend i told hunky i am ceasing fire on orange county.
although a native, for as long as i can remember i have blitzed my hometown for its superficiality and conservative tendencies.
never feeling comfortable in my own O.C. skin i've always gravitated toward san francisco, los angeles or new york.
my grit quota never quite being met in land o'la-la.
but i've called a truce.
some of the most wonderful, like-minded people i've ever met live right here in my hood.
a hood with the most beautiful year 'round weather anyone could buy....a lot of them do.
my loved ones are just a car ride away; i can see the ocean from my front door.
my hunger for culture, knowledge and stimulation is constantly sated.
it's me who just has to stay eternally curious.
orange county didn't suck. my attitude did.
move over tiffany blue
there's a new blue box to be had.
complete with satin sashes and tissue galore.
and baubles to bate one's breath.
making girls swoon globally.
*note: these babies were nabbed from my new online obsession.
a revision
yesterday, amidst all the chocolate hearts and pink carnations i found myself in a familiar place: conflicted.
a pickle of sorts.
spout, spout, spout i spat my distaste for all things valentine and hallmark.
but contrary is not a color i wear well. completely washes me out actually.
yet mid savasana {thank you raquel perry} a shift occurred in my heart and brain.
loosening up the laces on my grinch boots, i slowly started to shovel out my deep rooted heels.
and for the rest of the day i decided to send out valentines {silent, energetic, fairytale-princess-like} to the people i don't love.
wordlessly, i hurled arrows of happy toward those who are hurtful, dishonorable, and vicious.
people who have affected me personally, and people who haven't.
luckily it wasn't a long list.
what is extensive is the continued peace i feel in my heart.
so i revise my stance on valentine's day.
while my knee jerk is still to think of those without,
i can still privately honor the holiday within.
wishing you a tuesday beautiful m'loves.
required loving
i love to read. always have.
soon as i could link those consonants, vowels, verbs, nouns, conflict, character, resolution;
i was a goner.
while my friends were playing handball at recess i was convening with jo and amy.
exotic vacations with the family i spent burrowed in a book; my love affair with my stories far outweighed any canyon, tower, or beach.
until the summer of the required reading list.
upon entering junior AP english, students are given the list: books deemed necessary for the following term.
books never to be discussed, quizzed or essayed, but requisite nonetheless.
suddenly 12 books i had longed to read and intended to devour, interested me as much an infected hangnail.
suddenly the sweet valley high twins started to feel cerebral and seductive.
so where am i going with this?
valentine's day.
last night i finally realized why i'm not a fan
i love.
i love hunkiest. i love my family. i love my friends. i love strangers.
i don't need a day of red (my least favorite color) to remind me to love.
force feed me something and i'll come back with a different recipe not so tasty.
most valentine's day my mind goes to people like the guy on 17th street living out of his shopping cart, or my neighbors who are splitting up.
i can't help but see all the heart-shaped mylar balloons and pink carnations through their eyes.
february 14th my heart hurts for those who might not be as lucky as the rest of us.
so, forgive me if i respectfully decline to participate in the valentine's day pomp.
it feels like required reading for the heart.
eyes wide shut
my toes-a-tippy are solely devoted to ballerina pointé, and deeper looks into the donut display.
yet lately, my colleagues friends and i find ourselves begrudgingly walking with backs more upright,
eggshells beneath our creeping feet,
treading carefully on a landmined laced tightrope.
shifting, dark eyes have suddenly sprouted from dusty corners.
years of honesty, dedication, and love are now expected to take backseats to bottom lines.
i wasn't schooled in the game of watch your back, and i don't fancy an education now.
call me naïve. call me green. i can fashion a fabulous frock with both.
but i will not run in the race of the rats.
valentine happy
typically i'm not fond of february 14th.
too much red {my color liked least} and too little spontaneity.
hunky and i choose to celebrate everyday as valentines rather than designate one silly day.
{pause for involuntary gag}
but just in case,
this one wacky year (oh those silly rabbits),
let's just say hunkiest couldn't bear the thought of his bride going gift-less, this day of lovers' sweet.
i've compiled a list {websites included honey} to guide him into gifting.
dreams caught and evil spirits thwarted with my pretty new pendant.
my inner alice in wonderland forever quenched in the high back cushion of a new chair.
navy and black. my new favorite combo bite. a side of sequins for dipping.
strappy stellas for stomping and romping 'round town.
a second stalactite for all of my costume changes. romping and stomping can get a girl a sweaty y'know.
no fancy words or pleas here, other than.....i'm out of my perfume baby.
doesn't matter if i don't have anywhere to where it. what matters is that it becomes mine.
doesn't hurt to ask.
in the end, if there are no bows to untie, no champagne to sip, no new pups to potty;
i cry stupid, ugly, re-united with your long lost sister you never knew you had, tears, at how lucky i am to have this man by my side. it truly is valentines day around here all year long.
the presents have already been opened.
would you like to start with an app?
kittens.
i've finally {3 months later} taken my ipad out of its box.
so now what?
{thumbs twittling}
she's very pretty, my ipad.
pantene-hair glossy, and ultra slim fit.
but for the last couple days it's been a rather awkward round of 1st dates:
ipad and i sitting at the table together quietly; uncomfortably avoiding each others' stare...
the mocking piano jingle from the apple commercial bouncing up and down the keys in my brain.
{this uptempo tune has quickly morphed into a john carpenter-like halloween association for me}
aren't i supposed to order appetizers or something for us now?
any suggestions?
you know me. i like pretty, fancy things that swish swish in the wind.
i make college boys weep with my ability to put away good food.
i also need to have my world news fix at least once an hour.
so all you tech savvy apple of my eyes, what shall i load on my lonely girl?
i tumble for ya
good morning m'loves.
how was your weekend fancy?
i finally caught the rest burned on my brain after 38 hours of non-stop push.
like a miraculous well of fresh water in an arid, parched desert; i wolfed that nap greedily and hungrily down.
hours later, pillows still marked their sweet, supporting care on the side of my face;
my badge of honor for the weekend toil.
so loves are you as obsessed with tumblr as i am?
{can you say late to the game}
lost, lost i tell you!
for days, hours and hours in the tumble.
obviously i, too, had to join the party.
goodniteirene now has a tumblr page.
do you? let me know.
also, are you tweeting m'dears...anyone's tweets i'm missing?
find both my tumblr and tweets over there on the right, a little higher up...see it?
monday happy to you m'loves.
weekend happy
dears by the time most of you read this, i will be reaching my 28th hour of wakefulness.
that's actually a misrepresentation.
wakefulness implies eyes bright and energy bursting.
alas, i am neither.
a middle of the night call time has rendered me limp and speaking in baby.
yesterday's nap was as elusive as a healed broken heart.
i come up for air on tuesday. bringing a snorkel just in case.
tell m'loves; what wonderful plans are on deck for your weekend?
un-numb
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One track mind like a gold fishStuck inside my petri dishI can't breath and I can't smileThis better be worth my while
I feel numb most of the timeThe lower I get the higher I'll climbAnd I will wonder whyI got dark only to shineLooking for the golden lightOh, it's a reasonable sacrificeBurn, burn, burn bright
Forgo family, forgo friendsIt's how it started, how it endsI can open up and cryCoz I've been silent all my life
I feel numb most of the timeThe lower I get the higher I'll climbAnd I will wonder whyI get dark only to shineLooking for the golden lightOh it's a reasonable sacrificeBurn, burn, burn bright
Oh, I get dark oh and I'm in hellI need a friend, oh but I can't yellYeah, I'm no good, no good to anyoneCoz all I care about is being number one
Shine, looking for the golden lightIt's a reasonable sacrificeBurn, burn
Shine, looking for the golden lightOh it's a reasonable sacrifice (sacrifice)
I feel numb most of the timeThe lower I get the higher I'll climbAnd I will wonder whyI get dark only to shine
And I light up the skyStars that burn the brightestFall so fast and pass you byCough like empty lighters
I feel numb most of the timeThe lower I get the higher I'll climbAnd I will wonder whyI get dark only to shine
And I light up the skyStars that burn the brightestFall so fast and pass you bySpark like empty lighters
bubble toes
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i know i already tweeted this yesterday, but in case you missed here tis again.
off to blow iridescent rainbows and chase down sparkles from the sun.
vision
undoubtedly, we become what we envisage
~ćlaude m. bristol
a fresh, new month.
a chance to do it all so much better.
my focus sharp. locked on a tomorrow of promise and pride.
i hold the pony leashes a little tighter. i can sense the ride amping up.
i'm no lone ranger by any means.
we are all taking our own journeys.
side by side, cheek to cheek, hand in hand.
although naysayers need not apply for my rodeo.
cynical, gloomy, and downhearted drags can dribble to the side joylessly.
i envision only a future of window and light.
open to brighter days and ultimately a shinier me.
whether it be acting, teaching, blogging, or binge eating {until the cows stop producing that damn cheese},
i remain faithful to my bleeding, beating, wide open heart.
a fabulous february to you m'loves.